Sometimes she wondered what she had left behind in her mountain homeland. What the values of the place had been for her and if they had ever really meant anything. If the memories of laughter and warmth had just been a vision she had thought up, hallucinated to keep herself happy for as long as she could – or at least before the accident; before her own arrogance and stupidity took their toll. Still, why send her away for therapy to people she didn't know from a city she didn't know? Had she been such a bother as a kid? Reliving hell was not the nicest way to chase away that childhood, so thank God for that left-over sanity when that glorifying light came to chase away the darkness from her sight.
But she had turned into a grown-up too early in life, which now only felt like too long ago. Perhaps that was why she still ignorantly felt like she was still owed something. Why she felt like she had the right to act as she pleased from time to time. Still, as much as her inner-child wished for that, she was still an adult now and no memory could magically take her brain to get back such times.
The place that should have been her birthhome, had turned into a place she had simply visited during the many travels of her life. The problems circulating there were not meant for her mind to be troubled with - were not even her right to find troubles in, according to her mother. So she left it. Left that for the rest of this season, too. So that someday she would not even have to make that choice anymore; would have simply forgotten.
Maren opened her eyes as she lay pale-skinned belly-up in her boat, sunbathing, perhaps against better judgement. It wasn't really the season for water-sports anymore, but that would not stop her from taking her boat out to sea. Nevertheless, at the moment she and the vessel lay stranded and still on the beach, the one across from her island-home. Safely hidden and secluded against a huge rock formation. It had been to stormy to take out the boat these past few days, so she had decided to take it easy herself, too. She blinked against the lights of the clouds' outlines as she decided it was time to search for another - perhaps more comfortable - place to nap. Stretching her muscles, the Diviner got her hooves back on the wood. Then, seeming out of nowhere, a white wolf jogged in and out of her vision. She stared at it with wide eyes and muscles tense. Her stark gaze silently followed the canine until the figure of a horse came into sight around the corner of the stone. She let out the breath she had hold in when she noticed they were together.
In an impulse the tigermare stepped out of the vessel and walked through the heavy sand towards the equine. A mare with a recognizable marking around her pale eyes stood still, almost as if she was waiting for something - or someone. The warm tender winds had left them for the eastern ones and their prickling colder edge, and she felt them brushing against her cheek and through her mane as the priestess glanced at the girl standing before her. What is your business here? "I am the Dragon's Throat's Diviner," she announced with the hood of a frown crowning her silent burgundy eyes. "Are you looking to cross?" A wink of a smile stretched out the left corner of her lips for a mere second – Heh, cross...
Talking
Notes: @[Essetia], hope you don't mind her popping in p: (and sorry for forcing some history lesson on you)
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